Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 129 Wen Mianmian: The lower limit has been refreshed

As the night fell and the lights came on, amidst the cheers of "Sister, I'm here", the coddle pot of Wangfu officially began to bubbling.

The whole family happily ate around the pot, and Wen Mianmian and Wen Yiqing, siblings, made jokes from time to time, funny things happened one after another, and there were bursts of laughter.

Halfway through the meal, the servants in the palace brought the dishes rewarded by the emperor. After thanking them, it became even more lively.

In the palace, the emperor who had dinner alone suddenly felt melancholy, "What is King Annan doing?"

The waiter beside him bowed and replied: "Back to the emperor, the person who delivered the food just now came back and said that the prince invited General Wen's family to eat Gudong pot in the mansion. Men and women sat at the same table, it was very lively."

The emperor was even more melancholy. The bastard clerk Mian really enjoyed his blessing, eating and drinking at his son's house all day long.

It's just an ordinary Gudong pot, so what are you doing happily?
The emperor incarnated as an injustice wanted to curse his general for choking on water, falling while walking, and stuck his throat when he was eating fish, and thinking that he was the emperor, and if the curse came true, he would have to pay for it Going to care about his general made me even angrier.

"King Annan secretly sent a message, saying that I will eat Gudong pot tomorrow night, and it will be exactly the same as what they ate tonight."

As expected of someone who could go to the emperor's side to serve him closely, the servant nodded and walked quickly without changing his expression.

Wen Mianmian, who received the news, was stroking her stuffed stomach for a walk, when she heard the news that she was shocked enough to roll her eyes, she turned to look at Huajingyun, "Are you jealous?"

An emperor was jealous of a courtier because he didn't treat him to hot pot?

"You seem to be quite favored."

Hua Jingyun himself was also in a daze, but he was sure that before he congratulated the little princess, he was definitely an existence that his father could hardly think of.

"Since it's the same as tonight, there's no need to make any special preparations, just ask the people below to make another one just like today."

When Lu Yu met a servant walking by with "Thousand Characters" on his back, Wen Mianmian raised his head triumphantly, "At this time next year, our mansion in Kyoto will be the most cultured mansion. It is literate from top to bottom, which is amazing."

He said that he would go back to practice calligraphy, "I have improved again, so I can't be lazy."

Now that the whole government is studying hard, she, the initiator, can't be lazy because of this, or she can't write a word in the future. What is the majesty?

Hua Jingyun looked at the night sky and sighed, "I'll just practice for a while, if it gets colder, I should take a rest earlier."

The bed was really getting colder.

The next day, dawn was ushered in amidst the sound of reading in the whole house. Wen Mianmian put down her books, ate breakfast and went out with her mother, accompanied by two singing and dancing sisters and the guards assigned by Hua Jingyun.

In the carriage, Mrs. Wen told the three of them very seriously, "The place in Swallow Alley is a bit worn out, don't write it on your face if you are not used to it when you get there."

The three of them nodded, Wen Mianmian thought, now she can accept those horses defecating everywhere, she has seen low and shabby places, how can they be so shabby?
The carriage passed through the bustling street, turned around for a while, and finally stopped. As soon as we got out of the carriage, Wen Mianmian covered his nose and mouth with the handkerchief in his hand, feeling a stench rushing towards his face, singing and dancing behind him He also covered his nose.

Mrs. Wen acted as if nothing happened, seeing the appearance of the three of them, she said again: "The soldiers who live here are the most difficult type of people to live in. Originally, there were no houses here, and the first group of people who came here had no place to stay. Your father This land was specially found for them to build some simple houses to live in, and then more and more people came, and it became an alley.”

Wen Mianmian looked sideways, and saw a woman with patched clothes standing beside a small ditch in the distance with a bucket in her hand. With a wave of her arm, the water in the wooden bucket spilled out, and then she bent down to rinse it off. The shabu-shabu went back.

The corners of Wen Mianmian's mouth twitched slightly, with a bad premonition in his heart, "Isn't that woman just pouring out the bucket?"

She felt that the stench came from the small river ditch.

Mrs. Wen looked sideways, "They are all people who are unable to pay Yexiang money."

Wen Mianmian held her breath, her cognition was refreshed again, her stomach was overwhelmed, Lingguo quickly took out a mint candy and stuffed it into her mouth, and then she felt better.

"General's Madam?" A girl about fifteen or sixteen years old came over with a vegetable basket. When she saw someone, she hurried forward and said happily, "It's really you, General's Madam. Why are you here?"

Mrs. Wen raised her head slightly, "It's Xiaohui, I came to see Granny Liu today, I wonder if she is better?"

The girl named Xiaohui hurriedly said: "I heard that Granny Liu became more serious last night. Uncle Liu stayed at home all night, and today my mother asked me to bring some vegetables back for them."

"Then go have a look."

A few people walked in with Xiaohui, the alley was narrow, and on the left and right were small dilapidated courtyards. Some courtyards were dilapidated but tidy, and some were so messy that it was almost impossible to see.

The smell bursts.

Stopping in front of a messy small courtyard, Xiaohui happily shouted outside the door: "Aunt Liu, are you home?"

A kid came out of the room, about the same age as fifteen or sixteen years old. Seeing the people outside the door, he hurriedly shouted to the room, "Mother, the general's wife is here."

There was a sound of chairs and stools falling to the ground, and the sallow-faced man trotted out, before he knelt down, "Ma'am, you are here."

With such a shout, people from the left and right neighbors came, one by one hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and then either wiped their tears or sighed, Wen Mianmian's eyes moved away from the boy who stood still after calling for someone , looking around, frowning slightly.

This situation is completely different from what she imagined.

Without any accident, Mrs. Wen bent down and entered the low door. After she came out, the woman she brought with her gave a purse to the woman in exchange for a burst of gratitude.

Immediately afterwards, those women who heard the news began to mention their own difficulties intentionally or unintentionally. Mrs. Wen seemed to be used to it, "Come here today and I will bring you some rice noodles, let's divide them among each family."

"Thank you madam, madam is really a living Bodhisattva, my man can always be taken care of by madam, and it is not in vain for him to fight with the general."

Someone's eyes kept falling on Wen Mianmian, and after saying a few words, he became more courageous, "Ma'am, this girl is your daughter, right? Princess Annan now?"

As soon as Mrs. Wen nodded, those women walked towards Wen Mianmian, and the accompanying guard held the knife handle in one hand, stepped forward and yelled, "Presumptuous, don't you come close to the princess at will?"

"Back off."

The women were frightened, took a step back, and all looked at Mrs. Wen again.

(End of this chapter)